My Necromancy Skills Were Distorted by the Saint

The night I was raped, I picked up a beautiful saint with blond hair and blue eyes. She forced me to become the Lord of the Undead and said that I would create a world of the undead. But she only knows the Holy Light, summoning souls = salvation, and cursing = enlightenment. The villains all want to repent when they see her. The whole city thought that my house had enshrined a living Bodhisattva. Only I know: This woman is a murderous maniac who breaks into forbidden areas and blows up the earth. She is protective and gluttonous. She delivers takeout with me, squats on the roadside and masturbates, and sends ghosts to heaven every day. No dead souls have been attracted, and the merits are almost full. I, the undead lord, am about to be saved by her.